An Amiss WishChapter 6
Tom’s funeral was nice, respectful, and it honored a very good man. Marianne had Deb and I sit with her, and she held both our hands throughout the ceremony with a death grip. She cried quietly, the tears rolling down her face in a constant stream, but only a few very quiet sobs. It was strange being in partnership with Deb again. It had been years since we had worked together as a couple, as partners, knowing how each would respond in a situation, and knowing when the other should step in....